Italy.

Florence, May 2009

I miss Italy, again.

Sometimes I don't even like to think about our trip because it makes me sad I am not there.

Last night I had a dream about Italy and I woke up feeling so melancholy.

What is that? Why do I feel that?

I find myself longing to go back, to do everything I can to raise money to go back.

I even question the future, like do I really want to get married? Do I really want to "settle down"?

I want to see the world, I don't want to be comfortable in one place, I want to live everywhere.

Maybe that is my future, maybe it is not.

In this situation I need to trust God.

He knows.